Kindle Notes & Highlights
The chaperone and the footman walked together down the dingy alleyway towards the house party. It was not an alley where staff should be seen walking. Frankly, it was not an alley where anyone should be seen walking, except perhaps drunkards and the occasional stray cat.
It doesn’t mean you must do a thing, simply because you can.”
A group of gentlemen entered the room. The largish ballroom suddenly seemed not so very large.
“Miss Tarabotti may I introduce you to Lord Maccon, Earl of Woolsey. Lord Maccon, may I introduce Miss Tarabotti?” “Why?”
Lord Maccon grinned. His rather harsh features became boyish and engaging. Alexia wouldn’t say handsome, because that was going too far. But he did look, well, better, when he smiled. She had to work hard not to smile back. Unfortunately, he ruined it by speaking.
“Alexia, darling,” said Mrs Loontwill again, only with added shrillness.
A great deal of eyelid lowering and fan fluttering seemed to be required – by the ladies, of course, not the earl.
Lord Maccon bristled like a dandelion gone to seed.
“You’re verra bad for my dignity, Miss Tarabotti.”
“Good night, Miss Tarabotti. Dinna let the hedgehogs bite,” he advised, trying to be witty. “Or werewolves, for that matter.”
